No longer a stranger, you listen all day to these crazy love-words. Like a bee you fill hundreds of homes with honey, though yours is a long flight from here.
The satiated person and the hungry one do not see the same thing when they look upon a loaf of bread.
Either give me more wine or leave me alone.
He who tastes not, knows not.
There's a path from your HEART to mine.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.